Hedgehog

It's almost Chinese New Year, Ji Rongfu is very busy, I can't do anything, the road outside is icy, and I can't run around, except for harassing Ji Rongze on the phone, I have nothing else to do.Last time, Jian Ke disliked my singing, and didn't teach me how to practice, so I can only wait for him to finish the handover.I can't practice the piano, and I can't practice the voice, so I can only eat and wait for death every day.

When Su Ying left, I hadn’t been discharged from the hospital, so I didn’t send it off. Besides, it’s not my style to say goodbye. She sent a photo when she got home, showing off, showing me the cherry tree she planted in her house, and the one that was more beautiful than her face. big apples.I rummaged through the refrigerator at home and couldn't find anything to compete with it, so I went to the greenhouse in the garden to take pictures of a few orchids, but Su Ying came back immediately: "You still said you didn't fall in love with a local tyrant!"

Ye Ning got better, probably because Xia Huaian went back to Beijing, and changed from a psychological problem to a physical problem. He supported his waist all day, lay down everywhere, and often slumped on the sofa at my house and shouted to order food. Half of Han Xizai's night banquet was drawn on my plaster.

Even if this kid has a bit of conscience, Xia Huaian doesn't like servants, there is no servant at home, he always ordered food from outside, he would ask me to eat with him when he tasted delicious food, once he ate at a Cantonese restaurant It's called Jinlinghui, I was eating, and suddenly thought of something else, teasing Ye Ning: "Do you know that there is a shop in Nanjing called Jinlinghui?"

Before I finished speaking, Xia Huai'an's knife-like gaze swept over me.

It seems that this guy, like Ji Rongfu, looks like an iceberg, and when cut open, the inside is black.

Ye Ning was so stupid as to ask, "What Jinling Club? Is this a chain store?"

After I finished eating, I went home, but he kept pestering me all the way to my house, and I got annoyed by the questioning, so I gave him a look: "Jinling Club is a KTV with girls."

Ye Ning said with a straight face: "I know, I know it from your malicious smile."

"Then you still ask?" I deliberately frightened him: "And Xia Huaian seems to be very familiar with this place."

"No, An'an is not interested in this." Ye Ning himself was very interested, and he came over to chat with me cross-legged: "Brother Lin, does this Jinling Club have a chain store in Beijing? Take me to have a look." chant."

I glance at him.

"You think your life is too long?"

"No, I didn't do that in the past."

"I don't think you can do that." I looked at him, who couldn't even straighten his waist.

Ye Ning raised his eyebrows immediately, probably wanting to prove his own strength, but after all, he still had the heart and courage, so he quickly gave up: "I just want to find a model."

"Say it again, what are you going to do?"

"Looking for a model." Ye Ning said with a righteous face: "Actually, I saw a pretty girl in Xidan last time. I asked her if she would like to be a model, but she ignored me. The models on the market are either old or not. Or it's not pretty enough."

"Wait, haven't you been painting Chinese paintings recently? You drew some ugly ones last time..."

"It's because the painting is ugly that I came back to paint oil paintings. Don't talk about it, you take me to find a model first, and there is a man who wants to buy an oil painting figure, and the deposit has been paid."

"What do you want money for?"

"It's almost Chinese New Year, and there are plenty of places to spend money, don't worry about me."

"Then I don't care, you go find a model yourself, I can exchange some money with Xia Huaian by tipping off."

"Don't." Ye Ning suddenly softened: "My mother said that my father has softened a lot this year, and wants me to behave well. Maybe he will let me go home for the New Year."

So, sometimes it's not good to have both parents. Like me, I have no relatives and reasons, and I am chic.

"Okay, later I'll take you to the stunner's website to see what you like, and then I'll take you to call them out."

"What, there's a website?"

"I said, you are someone who knows Fu Yongzhang Wenbin anyway, you don't even know this? Now it's all high-tech and has its own website. You can log in with your membership card and you can choose people." I said Thinking it was too slow to speak with his mouth, he directly turned out his computer, logged on to the website of Youwu, and gave Ye Ning a choice slowly.

Ye Ning looked at me with admiration.

"I can't tell, you, and the membership card here... Does Ji Rongfu know?"

"Where are you going? This is my friend's card. You don't understand." A number that hasn't been called in hundreds of years.

Ye Ning was still talking next to me, so I covered his mouth.

The phone rang three times and was answered over there.It stands to reason that it is dark now, and during working hours, I didn't expect her to be free.

I didn't expect that she still remembered me.

"Lin Sui?" The voice over there was more surprised than happy: "What's wrong? What happened?"

"It's nothing. I'm a friend who is a painter. I want to find a model. I'm looking at your website. Some girls don't show it..."

"That's it," the voice over there became lonely: "You can use my card to go in, you can watch it directly."

I wrote down the number and thanked: "Then I won't disturb your work, thank you."

When I logged into my account, Ye Ning came over again: "Who were you calling just now?"

"a friend."

I clicked on the webpage for him, and this guy glanced at it very quickly, and clicked directly on one of the photos.

"I'm going to draw this."

The person he ordered was unbiased, the most beautiful and temperamental among the few people who can only be opened by senior members, and it happened that he was also the person I had just talked with on the phone, Qu Lan, the beauty's oiran.

The next morning, we found a time when Ji Rongfu and Xia Huai'an were not at home, and invited Qu Lan over. There was also a girl who had just entered the industry, 17 years old, as clean as an elf, from the beauty In the photo, she is wearing a white top, her clothes and hair are wet, and her eyes are like a deer.

In fact, it's not that we want to die, it's just that Ye Ning's set of painting things can't be taken out.

The person was picked up by me in the past.

Qu Lan is taller and thinner than before. Her skin is fair, her hair is naturally curly, her eyes are beautiful, slightly downturned, and her eyelashes are clear. Because of this, she has a natural sense of melancholy, which makes people feel Otherworldly.

She was still very quiet, but the girl who came with me was timid. I wore Ji Rongfu's scarf to block the bridge of my nose, and she kept looking at me secretly. , Maybe I'm still a fan of mine.

When the person arrives, he starts to paint. In fact, painting an oil painting is not something that can be completed in a few days, but Ye Ning is painting for sale, and the requirements are not high.And just the daily fee for Qu Lan's visit is enough to make him lose money, so he just laid a foundation today, and then took a few photos, and then drew in front of the photos.

There was nothing wrong with that girl, Ye Ning asked her to pose and didn't say anything.But Qu Lan was always unnatural, and kept fiddling with the bracelet on her wrist. Ye Ning simply asked her to take it, but her movements became stiff again, so Ye Ning had to let her go to rest and draw the girl first.

I stood on the balcony outside Ye Ning's painting and watched the snow fall outside. Qu Lan also came over and stood with me.

I didn't know she could smoke now, but she looked at me questioningly before smoking.

It was very cold outside. She was wearing a white fur. She didn't know what kind of animal it was. The tips of the fur were gray. She had bare legs and a thin skirt inside. There was a faint scent of flowers on her body.

"Yuan Rui..."

"he's good."

"That's good." She leaned against the cold white iron railing and smiled: "I saw the news a few days ago that their concert was held in Europe and it was very successful."

I didn't take her word for it.

There is nothing to say, but the old story, the talented young and the young, cuddling together for warmth in a strange city, so poor that there is nowhere to go, there is always someone who wants to sell his soul.It's just that I've seen Yuan Rui cry and vomit late at night, so I can't just mention it lightly.

Her original name was not Qu Lan, and her surname was not Qu. She came from a minority ethnic group in the southwest who was good at singing, dancing and beautiful women. Her surname was pronounced Qu, which was the Chinese name given to her by Yuan Rui. And Qu, one stroke is very simple and the other is extremely complicated, so she couldn't remember her own name for a long time, but she could write Yuan Rui's surname clearly.

I remember how she used to be, in a blue dress, with her hair down like waves, when the three of us were hanging out, had no money to ride in a car, and walked home, on the street late at night, she twirled and danced for us to see , the skirt fluttered like a butterfly, her hands folded together, slender and slender, and the shadow of a crane was cast by the street lamp on the street.

I remember that when she was tired from walking, Yuan Rui walked back with her on his back, carried her shoes for her, and let her sleep on his shoulders.I remember that she was ill at that time and lost a lot of hair. Yuan Rui used the money from singing to buy a lot of walnuts, crushed them with the door, and peeled them for her to eat. I went to them many times and saw Yuan Rui squatting The underground door peeled walnuts, like a clumsy but gentle bear.At that time, I thought, if there is such a thing as love in this world, it should be like this.

What about later?

Later, Yuan Rui sold all his guitars just to meet her. There are such stupid people in this world. Even if everyone tells him the truth, he still has to see it with his own eyes before believing it.

Later, Yuan Rui left Beijing. Since then, he has been wandering, and finally lived in the grassland.He has written many songs, singing about the wind on the prairie and packs of wild wolves, but he never sang about his childhood dreams and his beloved girl.

At this point everything is over.

She could finally chat with me about the past easily, she said: "Lin Sui, please don't look at me like this, you don't know what it's like to be hungry, and you don't know what it's like to be poor."

She said: "At that time, we had a cotton-padded jacket with a hole in the pocket, and coins often fell into it. On my poorest day, I touched this dress three times from the inside to the outside. Find a dollar, even a dollar, but there is none... Then I suddenly burst into tears, because I was afraid that I would be so poor for the rest of my life."

"That day he came to Youwu to look for me. When he saw me, he cried, and I cried too. At that time, I knew I couldn't go back. My life was a foregone conclusion. I suddenly felt at ease."

"So you don't regret it?"

"Regret?" She wiped away her tears and laughed: "Of course I regret it, but if I stayed, wouldn't I regret it? If someone's life has no regrets, wouldn't it be too boring?"

She put out the cigarette butt on the railing, walked back, and sat back on the chair, probably in a really good state, Ye Ning praised her two or three times, writing like flying, and kept drawing at her.

Ye Ning's painting is three days later.

When I went to find him, he had already finished painting Qu Lan. I took a look and told him: "I want to buy this painting."

Ye Ning was tongue-tied: "But someone else made a deposit..."

"Give him the other one. I will definitely buy this painting."

"why?"

"No reason, I'm going to give it to a friend."

Ye Ning's incident happened five days later. This guy's talent was probably focused on painting, but he accidentally slipped it out, and Xia Huaian gave him a good meal.

Fortunately, although he didn't have a deep scheming heart, he was very loyal and didn't confess me.

When Ji Rongfu arrived home, I was packing the framed oil painting, and I was going to ask Zhou Jin to ask Zhou Shiqi to bring it to Yuan Rui when I met Zhou Jin next time——I had already prepared more than ten copies for the smooth exchange of materials between me and Yuan Rui. The signature of the Trojan horse band, this thing can be used as hard currency with Zhou Shiqi.

Seeing that I was busy, Ji Rongfu came over to take a look and laughed, "Is this Ye Ning's painting?"

"Well, I want to send it to Yuan Rui." I wrapped the painting in one hand, sweating profusely. Ji Rongfu handed me a glass of water, and I took it. Seeing his expression, I was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." He hugged my waist calmly and said with a smile, "I just suddenly knew how Ye Ning called Youwu's man to his house."